>I will no longer use words to defend myself.
Sick of speaking.
No more words.
No more sorrows.
No more life unlived.
Just be.
The Voice Inside says:
Nurture what you have.
Nourish what’s to come, and
Add value to the rest.
The season’s almost over.
A new one begins.
Hold out.
Don’t cry.
Say no more.
Succumb
To me.
The Soul Reporter 
>I love your poem!
>Thank you.